Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.